"You must be Professor Kayson, right? My brothers often mention you at home." A red-haired wizard who was obviously one of the Weasley children walked over.
"Nice to meet you, Bill. They always talk about you too!" Kayson quickly stepped forward and hugged the man.
"Thank you, but my name is Charlie," Charlie said as he returned the hug.
"Oh... ah... sorry about that." Kayson looked somewhat embarrassed.
"It's fine. I should be thanking you for taking care of my younger brothers at Hogwarts."
"It's nothing. It's simply what a professor ought to do."
The three behind Kayson watched Kayson and Charlie endlessly trade commercial compliments, then helplessly formed an impromptu party voice chat with their eyes.
"Do they know each other? They're having such a great time talking," Sirius asked.
"You wouldn't understand. This is the necessary politeness of adults," Harry explained.
"Oh... actually, I'm a little more like an adult than you are, Harry," Sirius retorted speechlessly.
"Heh. Two childish fools." Lupin rolled his eyes lazily.
Meanwhile, Kayson and Charlie had finally exchanged enough pleasantries. The former suddenly said, "This job requires enough people to control at least three dragons, and that's the bare minimum. There may be unforeseen circumstances when the time comes."
"Understood. We'll assign a team capable of controlling at least four dragons." Charlie nodded decisively.
"Also, I have a letter from Dumbledore here. You may need to take a look at it... It's for the director here." Kayson looked at Lupin, signaling for him to take out the letter of recommendation Dumbledore had given him.
"No problem. Let's go find the director first." The group followed Charlie through the grounds of the Dragon Sanctuary. Along the way, Harry could not hide his curiosity about everything he saw—nor could everyone else besides Charlie and Sirius.